The VIP room fell silent.
Feng Yu poured the tea into the tray and slowly put down the teacup. He was not in a hurry to get an answer. His shrewd eyes were filled with admiration for Qiao Nian. "You don't have to answer me immediately. Go back and consider it. There's no hurry. I'll wait for you. Tell me when you're interested. I'll arrange it for you."
Qiao Nian had already returned to her senses. She frowned slightly when she looked at Feng Yu again.
It was not that easy to enter the Level 8 laboratory.
Otherwise, the Ji family would have arranged for Ji Ziyin to enter long ago.
However, what Feng Yu meant was that he seemed to have a way to arrange for someone to enter the Level 8 laboratory.
He was from the First Research Institute?
For the first time, Qiao Nian felt puzzled.
She frowned impatiently and relaxed. She pursed her lips and was about to say something.
